Mine Material Crossword Clue

She falls in love with her dangerous CEO, who everyone has thought would fire her. She misinterprets his kindness to her as love whereas, he only wants her body. To satisfy his lust, he sleeps with her. However, she gets blinded by love and a painful feeling of a past life with him. After sleeping with her, he changes into what everyone believes is his true self. He makes work unbearable for her. She almost quit until the CEO's cousin comes into the picture and becomes obsessed with her. The CEO falls head over heels with her and becomes hers. She finds out her CEO is an Alpha werewolf which gives a clue to her painful feelings. Evil rises against their union but their undying love would stand the test of time.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

"You're mine now and your body is mine, even your acclaimed cursed soul all mine and no one else!!" Alpha Darwin roared as he pushed his finger inside me as my wetness drooled, warming his fingers. "Breeder or Mate, either one, you're dead!! . . The heartless and devilishly hot alpha, Alpha Darwin lays claim of her for breaching the portal which brought back an old enemy, a werewolf hunter subdued by magic. She's stuck in a trio love triangle as three powerful alphas lays claim of her as their rightful mate, but what happens when the alpha she once forbade turns out to be her rightful mate? Lured by a deceitful lie, will she erase Alpha Darwin's imprint on her soul just to save her mother or will she hold on to the him as their love is like an inferno??

I don't believe in fairytale. I don't believe in happy endings too. To me, anything that involves freedom is a myth. Love is a strange word, something I sought for ages but only got slapped back in the end by the strong fume of hatred that surrounded me. The only thing that can end this pain is death, mine or my abuser's. And either way, I was prepared. ~Ellen Oliver ~ *** His hand roamed my body possessively, his gaze penetrating me with lust and hunger, his finger finding its way to my core. His voice, gruffly and nasal, filled my ear with a disturbing hunger. "You are mine. Mine alone. Mine to touch, mine to keep, mine to fuck. All of you, Omega. I own all of your goddamn body. You are my pleasure toy..." *** Rejected by her mate and forsaken by her pack, Ellen Oliver endured massive humiliations and tortures because she was believed to be a cursed wolf, and like an icing on the cake of her misery, she happened to be an Omega too. The hell, she was the weakest Omega. After losing her mother due to a forced labour to produce her, Ellen was hated by even her Beta father whom one would have expected to naturally love her. She felt life couldn't get any worse for her, as her survival depended on how well she pleases and entertained her tormentors. But there was a revival.. a revival she never expected nor believed and it came with a change that had her tormentors on their knees, at her feet. ..

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

“What ever I claim becomes mine, I chose to claim you as mine and nothing can change that”. ******* Miya a naive girl who got drugged by her fiancé’s business client but was luckily saved by an Angel except it wasn’t an Angel who saved her but the Devil himself. And with the Devil rendering a helping hand to you always comes a prize. When she refused to pay the price but instead humiliate him, the Devil had no choice but to Claim her.

After witnessing her unfaithful boyfriend with her best friend in , Isabella is kidnapped and forced to accept the fact that vampires are real and she will never be free again while nearly giving up on life. But Isabella will soon discover that she is not the human she thought she was when dark secrets begin to emerge and, for reasons unknown to her, Isabella finds herself possessively drawn to the dangerously alluring Vampire king who is entirely off limits to her. ******* I murmured, kissing him hungrily to my delight. While I was riding my waves of pleasure and pain, my claws drove into the back of his body in sweet delight. I gazed into Salvatore's eyes and saw nothing but for me. With a rush of sweet electrifying feeling crippling my body into a mountain high of buildup. My teeth dug into Salvatore's flesh, seizing the beast as mine. Prince Salvatore was mine, mine and mine alone.

Devon Ellis lived his life poor. For him to survive, he became a courtesan. In simpler terms, Devon became a prostitute. He was left without having any choice but to take the risk. His work was not easy, but he'll swallow his dignity and close his eyes after the customer paid him. But things changed when Tyson Bancroft saw him. Tyson Bancroft is a model who is always on the heat and is after some fun. He was a playboy and a fuckboy. A bedwarmer is what he needs so that he could sleep well at night. As soon as Tyson bought Devon, a spark lit up in their hearts. And from hooking turned out to be in a relationship. Time flew fast, and so does them. Their relationship did not work out, and they parted ways. But what happened if two hearts will meet again? Would they hookup? Or would they fell in love again? Or maybe they would be friends? Now that he is carrying his child and Devon had a husband. "When you leave me broke and lost, that's when somebody saved me, rescued me, and owned me again," Devon. "I lose my Diamond while I was busy picking up stones," Tyson. "What's mine will be mine forever. Bloody or not, what's mine will always be mine," Hunter.

Lost in her dreams. Satriani Haia Necosia doesn't have a clue why she's being haunted by a nightmare. Those deep hooded eyes watching her intently were out of her perception. While having the same countless dream, she started to be anxious. It enlightened her more when she meets Alforo's gaze, surreal foreign. But why does she had this urge of longness towards him? She doesn't know, but she begins to wonder. All she can see was the indifference of how she feels when he's near. And it's rare for her. Oddly, it resembles somehow the man in her dream. In her curiosity, can she found out why? Why she's having this endless nightmare of a man, whispering at her. Will it guide her, or will it break her more?

Ronan Blackthorne gets the same coffee every morning. Black, no sugar. From the same girl who doesn't even know he's worth billions. Annabelle thinks he's just another suit with good tips and a nice smile. She has no clue he owns half of Manhattan. Here's the thing though, Ronan's got a problem. His dead father just screwed him over big time. Turns out daddy had a secret daughter somewhere, and she owns 35% of everything Ronan thought was his. Now he's hunting this mystery girl down because his psychotic mother Victoria won't shut up about finding her and making the problem disappear. The barista he's falling for is the girl he's looking for.